I go back to Hampshire
to pretend I have old friends.
I drive around the mountains
to look for an end
to the violence
that's been breeding inside.
I've been a god ******
god ****** god ******
There's a dying wild
surrounding this town;
a girl limping with her mother,
holding ****** hounds.
You can consume it,
the blurred out dreams,
that these rubber-lovers
hung in Christmas trees.
There's a sense regret
amongst the ****** chic;
a romantic degeneracy
not lost on the teens.
Push in the fate,
to let something out.
I'm such a god ******
god ****** god ******
And I blot the ******
remnants of the past,
fire a cheap cigarette
and cut myself on the glass
of the car I drove into
the bank of your dreams.
To get out, to get out,
I've become such a ********* fool.
To get out, to get out,
I've hurt everyone that thought I was cool.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
I go back to Hampshire
to pretend I have old friends.
I drive around the mountains
to look for an end
to the violence
that's been breeding inside.
I've been a god ******
god ****** god ******
There's a dying wild
surrounding this town;
a girl limping with her mother,
holding ****** hounds.
You can consume it,
the blurred out dreams,
that these rubber-lovers
hung in Christmas trees.
There's a sense regret
amongst the ****** chic;
a romantic degeneracy
not lost on the teens.
Push in the fate,
to let something out.
I'm such a god ******
god ****** god ******
And I blot the ******
remnants of the past,
fire a cheap cigarette
and cut myself on the glass
of the car I drove into
the bank of your dreams.
To get out, to get out,
I've become such a ********* fool.
To get out, to get out,
I've hurt everyone that thought I was cool.
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